(A/N): Sorry this took so long but I was out of town and... *blah blah blah more excuses* If you have any questions or comments feel free. I always answer.
WARNINGS! I have to apologize in advance to people. I originally intended this to be very tame as far as the adult themes go but it did get a little more explicit in this chapter. So just be aware of that.
Roderiech walked back into the meeting room, shutting the door as soundlessly as possible. There was a slight lull in the constant chattering of the nations. He looked up. Most eyes were on him but only one person spoke up.
"Yo, Specs!" America called to him, "... Where are your specs?"
Roderiech's eyes widened and his hands flew to his face. His glasses were gone. They must still be with... He stomach flip-flopped and he cursed himself for not noticing their absence. His eyesight wasn't really that bad, he had just grown accused to them.
Roderiech looked back at the young loud nation who was still expecting an answer, "It is none of your business, America. And don't call me 'specs'. You wear glasses too."
"But mine are badass! Don't mess with Texas, dude." But he just shrugged and turned his attention back to his wife who was trying to break up a silly quarrel between Poland and Lithuania. The latter of which looked far too happy to have Belarus's attention. Roderiech shook his head as he sat back down next to Gilbert. Lithuania would be in serious trouble if America or God forbid Belarus ever found out about his crush. But it was only a silly little crush. Nothing more. His stomach churned as he looked at Antonio's empty seat. Just a crush…
"So, Roddy..." Gilbert leaned in to whisper in his ear, "What did happen to your glasses?"
"Uhh..." Roderiech thought quickly, "They broke."
Gilbert's smile widened. "Did that make you... angry?" He purred.
Roderiech mustered what was close enough to a smirk to fool his boyfriend, "Very angry."
Gil moaned softly, "Gut.. Because I'm dying over here!"
Roderiech nodded, trying not to think about the night the man was planning for him.
"But, Roddy?"
He raised an eyebrow at Prussia.
"You are getting them fixed, Ja? You look… plain without your glasses."
Roderiech gave him a tight smile, "Of course. Anything to make you happy, Liebe."
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Antonio's eyes widened as Roderiech slammed the door of the bathroom. He felt his heart break all over again. He fell on the floor, his head spinning. Why…? Why would he leave? Roderiech… That Austrian had a unique power to fill him with a joy unlike any other and then crush him in the most brutal way. Tears stung his eyes and he blinked them back.
He breathed in shakily through his nose. Stop. It was over. They were done. He rubbed at his eyes, almost summoning the strength to get and return to the meeting, return to Lovi. Something sharp scratched his face. He opened his hand to see what was still clutched in there. Glasses.
A sob bubbled in the back of his throat and he lost control over himself. His body crumbled in on itself and tears streamed down his face. Only one word was on his lips.
"B-Bello…"
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Roderiech slid out of bed soundlessly.
Gilbert groaned, burying his face in the pillow and pulling the sheets over his head—his voice coming out muffled, "Fine. Go take a shower. But don't wake me up when you get back."
"I never do." Roderiech muttered under his breath as he walked to bathroom.
Letting the scalding hot water run over his naked body, he sighed. He tried to rid his mind of the image of Gilbert hovering over him with those red eyes and wicked smile. He winced, remembering all of the other things he let Gilbert do to him. He felt sick as the red embers were burned into his mind. Those eyes. Those red eyes.
The image of his boyfriend changed and morphed in his mind. The glinting red eyes turned to green. The Spaniard's face smiled at him.
"Bello..."
Roderiech ignored it, lathering more soap on his chest. Whispers, touches. His lover... Roderiech brought his hand to his face. His fingers touched his lips. The kiss. It filled his mind. It was the only thing that felt right. The only thing that even come close was the feeling of his fingers caressing the ivory keys of his piano. But to caress the Spaniard. For Antonio to... touch him.
His head fell forward and water dripped down is face. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut to keep his emotions at bay, "Anton..."
Roderiech turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his body. He troubled his hair with another, avoiding his reflection in the mirror. After his ritualistic shower following the nighttime activities his boyfriend demanded, he could spend hours contemplating his reflection. It was how he thought. And his thoughts were never good.
But he didn't look this time. He knew what he would see. It would be the same face he had seen after the divorce. A burning longing mixed with utter heartbreak. And it made him feel useless.
Another walk to his piano and he sat down. Peace. Always peace. His brow furrowed and he opened the lid with a snap. Peace! But the tranquil release he relied on didn't come. Only more memories of the sweet tomato scent of the man he loved. Only thoughts of him. He slammed the lid down furiously and crossed the room to where his cellphone lay so innocently.
He scrolled through his contacts, pretending that he hadn't memorized the number. He tapped the green button and raised the phone up to his ear, the entire conversation he intended to have with the bastard that had broken his heart running through his head.
"Hello?"
"Listen, Antonio. For once don't interrupt me with your pathetic mindless ramblings."
"…"
"What you did was completely in appropriate and unfair. You broke my heart. I never want to see you again unless I'm forced to listen to your stupid unprepared presentations about the terrible state of your economy at meeting. Verstanden? (1)"
That voice as warm and smooth as honey answered, though he sounded breathless, "Bello—Roderiech..? Wh-What is it?"
He felt his resolve crumble in on itself and his lips trembled, "An-Anton... Anton, I need you."
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(1) Understood? (German)
Lovino sat next to him on the couch, curled around him and stoking his lower back.
"What are you doing?" The Italian whispered in his ear.
Antonio raised his eyebrow and gestured to the book in his hands, "Reading. What else would I be doing?"
Lovino sat up, "Well, it's just that you haven't actually turned the page in five minutes."
He swallowed, looking down at the page he had been staring at, "Oh… Y-Yeah…"
Lovino rolled his eyes, "I'm going to make some coffee, want any?"
Antonio nodded shakily, "Si. Con leche(2)?"
The man shrugged in acknowledgment as he walked out of the room.
Antonio sighed, his head falling in his hands. He hadn't been reading. He had been thinking of the same thing. His lips on Roderiech's. His hands tightened around the book and he tossed it on the couch. It fell open on the cushion with a very unsatisfying rustle.
He grunted in frustration as he heard his cell phone ring. He rolled his eyes, thinking it was Lovino calling from the other room. That was the boy's definition of cute and he had done it many times before. But as he stretched over the couch to retrieve it from the coffee table, he glanced at the caller ID.
His hands began to tremble and his breath quickened as the word 'AUSTRIA' glared up at him. He flipped the phone open with trembling fingers, "Bello—" He cut himself off and swallowed, "Roderiech..? Wh-What is it?"
He heard a broken voice whisper through the other end, "An-Anton... Anton, I need you."
His eyes widened and a low voice that he didn't recognize spoke from his throat, "Where are you?"
"Home… But… He's here." Roderiech hissed.
"Meet me in Salzburg." Antonio said before hanging up the phone quickly. If he left at that exact moment then he could be in Austria in no time. A leapt up and headed to the door.
"Tonio?"
He looked back to see Lovino scowling at him and holding a cup of coffee in each hand.
"Where are you going at this time of night?"
He bit his lip, "Lovi… I'm.." He grabbed a coat from the hall closet, "I'll be back in the morning, okay?" He gave him a kind smile, "No need to worry your pretty little head about it."
Lovino rolled his eyes and grumbled something about wasting perfectly good coffee, but shrugged at the Spaniard.
Antonio felt a squirming feeling in his gut about lying to Lovino. He couldn't just… But the he remembered the warm sunny sensation he got whenever he was around Roderiech. The pure… Love. He opened the door and left, not forgetting the place a certain pair of glasses in his coat pocket before shutting the door on his home and his faithful boyfriend.
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(2) With milk (Spanish)
Roderiech bit his lip nervously as he waited in his house in Salzburg. This was a bad idea. A really bad idea. What if Gilbert found out? Why was this so important anyway?! Why did he need to see Antonio in person? It… He wasn't going to anything with him.. So why?
He sighed, the guilty knot in his stomach tightening uncomfortably. He stood up, exploring his house a little more. It had been years, perhaps decades since he'd been there so it took him a moment to remember where everything was. His foot snagged on the rug and he stumbled into a room he thought was the kitchen. But it wasn't.
The knot in his stomach loosened and he gave a small smile. His piano. His fingers flew across the keys and his small smile returned. He played and played and was drowned in a sea of music. Too many notes? Nein. It was perfect.
He played for so long that he completely lost track of time. But soon he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and a head fell on his shoulder. The messy mop of black hair tickled his cheek as Roderiech stiffened at the touch.
"Bello…" A voice whispered in his ear.
"Anton." Roderiech spoke, whipping around to face the Spaniard in annoyance. But Antonio's usual carefree look was gone, replaced by worry.
"¿Estas bein?"
He quickly stepped forward into Antonio's arm, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders, "Nein…"
Roderiech's lips sought out their twin set and they kissed. Antonio hummed into his lips, picking him up by his slim waist. Before either of them knew it, Antonio was laying him down on a soft white bed. Roderiech felt feather light, tender kisses trailing down his neck. He frowned and pulled Antonio's head back up to look in his bright green eyes.
"Anton… Not today." He hissed, "It's been too long. I don't want gentle today."
A wide grin spread across Antonio's face and he pulled the Austrian back to him with the lust of a thousand lonely nights.
(A/N): Also... I think this will be only two or three more chapters..? Maybe more? Unsure. Anyway! I hope you guys liked it! Reviews are appreciated and force me to actually write instead of procrastinating.
